(A/N): Here it is! Adopting Ice! I hope you all enjoy it as much as you are with Falling for a Trickster! Also, since I have made a new fanfiction, I will be working on this one until it has at least five chapters then I will continue with Falling for a Trickster! X) Then after that, I will go back and forth with new chapters for both stories. Enjoy!
"Sif, just let me explain myself." I said as I followed her around her house. My now ex-girlfriend was throwing me out her house. My clothes were all on the floor in the bedroom and three boxes were on the coffee table with "Loki's Crap" written on all of them in black marker.
"Explain yourself? You kissed another woman!" Sif replied as she walked back into the bedroom, not even caring if she stepped on my clothes.
"I was drunk! I didn't know what I was doing!"
Sif stops walking and turns around to face me. Her eyes were wet and red and my heart aches seeing her like that…even if she was kicking me out of her life. Sif is beautiful and I don't know how I would hurt someone like her. Chocolate colored eyes, soft pale skin, a great smile, the cute mole under her right eye, and her long brown hair…damn.
"Loki, is that the only excuse you have?" She asked before turning back around and walked towards the nightstand.
"What else can I say? I'm at a club, drunk, and I don't know what I done until the next morning when someone tells me the story."
"Well…Fandral sent me pictures." She replied. I stared at Sif as she stared at me. Her eyes were getting teary-eyed as I stood there with nothing to say. She had evidence and I don't have no other excuse for my drunk self. Sif rolls her eyes and laughs. "Pick up your clothes and get out my house, Loki."
"Sif-"
"GET OUT!" Sif yells, cutting me off. I stared at her a little while longer before picking up my clothes off the floor and walked out the room.
The hotel room smelt horrible. I dropped my boxes on the floor then collapsed on the bed. The bed even reeked. I closed my eyes and tried to ignore the stench as I let out a long sigh.
"What am I going to do with myself?" I sighed before I opened my eyes, pulling out my phone from my pants pocket to text my brother, Thor.
LOKI: I messed up again, Thor.
It was only a few seconds before my phone vibrated.
THOR: What did you do this time, Loki?
LOKI: Sif broke up with me.
THOR: You didn't answer my question, Little Brother.
I roll my eyes.
LOKI: I was at a club, drunk, and I kissed another women. Fandral had taken a picture and sent it to Sif. She saw it then kicked me out. The end.
THOR: I have some sympathy for you on that situation.
LOKI: What do you mean?
THOR: Well, you do have problems with every girlfriend you have, but this wasn't really your fault. You drank too much.
THOR: Wait, ignore that text. It was your fault.
LOKI: Shut up, Thor! At least I don't drink as much as you do.
THOR: Ha-ha, whatever. I have to talk to you later though. I have work in the morning. Text me if you want on my lunch break.
I turned up the volume on my phone, locked it, and slid it back into my pocket. "I never call you during your lunch break." I mutter as I put my hands under my head and closed my eyes. "…I need to find an apartment…damn. I do have to text Thor tomorrow."
My phone went off, waking me up the next morning. I heavily sigh and grabbed hold of my phone out from my pocket. I had three texts.
"What the hell…?" I asked in confusion as I unlocked my phone and went to messages. Thor, his girlfriend, Jane Foster, and Sif had texted me. I rolled my eyes and tapped on the first name on the top…Thor.
THOR: I'm sorry, but I told Jane about what happened between you and Sif.
I went to Jane's text.
JANE: WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT TO HER? YOU ARE THE MOST DISRESPECTFUL MAN ON THE EARTH! I AM GOING TO KICK YOU RIGHT IN THE-
I went to Sif's text.
SIF: Hey, you left some more stuff at my house. You are lucky I made another box for you. If you don't come over here to get it by 5pm, I'm trashing your shit.
I check the time on my phone: 3:45
"I got to go to work at four." I sigh as I locked my phone and slid it back into my pocket. I got up from the bed and began picking up my boxes. "…I need to call Thor."
I checked my other pocket for the hotel room key before I stepped out the room to the outside hallway to put my boxes in my car. As I was walking down the hall towards the parking lot, a little boy that looked to be about eight years old came running down the hall. He bumped into me, making me drop all my boxes. I spin around to watch the boy run.
"Hey!" I yell out, frowning. The boy halts and turns to face me.
"Oh! I'm sorry!" The boy says and walks back towards me. I roll my eyes onto my stuff and crouched down to begin picking up my belongings.
"Do you need help, Mister?" The boy asked behind me as he tapped on my right shoulder. I looked at him over that shoulder and glared at him as he was grinning down at me.
"…I'm fine, Boy. Now, go." I answered before I looked back down at my stuff and continued putting everything in the boxes. I heard the boy's footsteps until they stopped in front of me. I glanced up at him and scanned him. He had green eyes, lightly tanned skin, and long blue hair that reached the end of his neck. He was wearing a white t-shirt, blue pants, and no shoes. I looked back down and tried to ignore him.
"I'm sorry I bumped into you, Mate. Can I help you with at least one box?" The boy asked. He had an accent. It sounded Australian.
I sigh heavily and looked back at the boy. He smiles down at me and began to help.
"My name is Bunnymund, by the way." The boy adds before picking up the filled box for me. I quickly grab hold of it and stared into his eyes.
"I can hold that…Bunnymund." I replied and gently pulled it out from his hands. I stood up and put the box under my right arm as I raised an eyebrow. "Where are your parents?"
"I don't have any." Bunnymund answers, seeming to be more focused on my stuff as he continued to put more of my things in the other two boxes.
"Do you have a guardian?"
"No. I'm an orphan that ran away."
Orphan, I thought as I lowered my eyebrow.
"You should return back to the orphanage. You will get hurt out here."
Bunnymund had finished picking up everything and stood back up as he cleaned his hands. "I'm fine. I can just hop away from danger like a bunny! Hop! Hop! Hop! Bye!" He says before he ran off passed me. I spun around and watched him run off.
"Bunnymund!" I shouted out, but he didn't listen. Once he was on the other side of the outside hallway, he turned the corner.
I stood there, frozen. Should I call an orphanage, I thought.
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